The beginning of this story is the same as the beginning of the "Beverly and I" four part series by Elia_CDL. The ending has been substantially modified and published here with the explicit consent of the original author. It is reimagined here with the main characters going in a different direction together after their initial adventures in flashing strangers. It is also a prequel to "Room Service," one of my own original stories.
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Beverly and I have been married for 16 years. Right out of high school. We have 4 kids. The oldest is 15 and the youngest is almost 6.
I think we've had a great marriage. Everything has been pretty normal for a middle class white couple. It was a little tough when we were starting out, but I hung in at the job and got a couple of promotions and now I'm making enough that Bev can stay home and take care of the kids and house.
Bev and I have both put on about 10 pounds since we got married but I don't think it has hurt either of us. She's round and curvy and, as far as I'm concerned, perfect in every way. She has long blond hair and blue eyes. I think she's more beautiful today than the day we married.
For quite a while after we got married we spent all of our free time in bed. I even had a couple of complaints from neighbors about not mowing the lawn enough. I guess that's what happens when you throw two healthy virgins together. I'd have to say we both had higher than the average sex drive.
Sometimes I would chuckle to myself when I heard a friend talk about not having sex once or twice a week. It was pretty rare that Bev and I didn't have sex at least twice a day!
We had to slow down some towards the end of Bev's first pregnancy. But after our first son was born, it didn't take long before we were back at it.
In any event life was great. About the time our first girl was born we were beginning to slow down some. It just seemed to happen naturally. Wake up too late one morning and head off for work without any sex. For some reason it didn't seem to me that I missed it. Then, maybe two or three mornings in a row. Then a whole week would go by without having sex before going to work. Gradually the same thing happened at night. Instead of fucking and sucking all evening we would watch some TV. We'd wait till bedtime for our fun.
By the time of my 25th birthday we were only having sex four or five times a week. It seemed we were both happy with this arrangement. I know I rarely missed the daily fucking/sucking sessions. What the heck, we weren't kids anymore. We had kids and responsibilities. Lot's of responsibilities.
When Bev hit 30 we had four kids and regular Wednesday and Saturday night lovemaking. That wasn't quite enough for me, but I didn't complain. I think Bev would have liked a little more loving too, but we just never seemed to have time.
About a year ago I started thinking there was more to life than work, play with the kids, and make love twice a week. When I thought about it I realized I was happy with my job and the kids. It was the sex that wasn't fulfilling.
The problem was that our lives had become even more complicated and there was no way we could fit in the time more for sex. We didn't even seem to have enough time to squeeze in an occasional quickie.
Besides that, I didn't think the number of times a week was the problem. I just didn't feel that our sex life was providing the same level of enjoyment that it had before, even as recently as a couple of years ago.
After thinking about it for a while, I took off from work one day at noon and went to a nude bar. What a surprise that was. I'd never been to one before and I found it quite entertaining. The way those girls danced around displaying their bodies was amazing. They definitely left nothing to the imagination.
I did get turned on watching them and when I got home my wife benefited from my afternoon in the nude bar. She was pleasantly surprised at my renewed ardor. However, as much fun as it was, I didn't feel that it was the answer to our not completely satisfying sex life.
If I don't want to have sex with someone else, and sex with Bev isn't providing everything I need then how am I going to resolve this problem. What can I do to increase our pleasure? How can we make our sex life as exciting as it was when we first got married. I realized it wouldn't be as often, but I thought it could be more intense.
I started going to the nude bars pretty regularly. Once or twice a month I would go and enjoy the show, then go home and make love to Bev. We both enjoyed these times because I was much more aroused and we spent more time at our lovemaking.
About six months ago I made one of my regular visits to the nude bar. While I was there a group of four guys came in and they had a girl with them. One of the guys took the girl over to the office and they went inside. The others sat near me at the bar. It was about half an hour before the guy that went in the office came out. He sat between his friends and me. The girl never came out and I assumed she was one of the dancers.
Then one of the guys said, "Hey, Bill, when is Nancy going to dance?" That caused the other two to burst out laughing. Bill got a little smile on his face, but he didn't really look all that happy.
I was getting up to leave when one of them told me to stick around and I could watch Bill's wife in her debut performance. I could see that Bill wasn't as thrilled as the other guys, but he didn't put up any argument. I found that very interesting.
I sat back down. I was thinking how I'd never sat next to a man whose wife was putting on a show like the ones you get here. I wondered how a guy could just sit here and watch his wife dance around nude in front of his friends.
I think I'm pretty normal. I'll look for a beaver shot or glance down a top if the chance is presented. I assumed other guys would look at Bev the same way. Things like that happen when a woman is a little careless about crossing her legs or bending over. Nothing to get excited about. But the thought of watching another man's wife exposing herself, on purpose, while he was right there was giving me a hard-on. Even harder than what I normally got at these bars.
The girl on the stage finished her set and picked up her money and clothes and left. Things were pretty quiet for a few minutes then Nancy came out. Bill's friends started yelling and whistling. I glanced at Bill and saw his face get red.